Comrades all, and shut the door,
We will christen it once more.
Stunner shall its new name be,
Trophy of our bravery!
Now we have in state enthroned it,
Drink the healths of those who own'd it,
Whom we've left, by sad mishap,
Really not worth a rap!
Now the festival begin:
Ope the oysters—Where's the gin?